 | Martin Gardner - Literary Collections - 1995 - 212 pages
...head, And we far away on the hillow! But little he'll reck if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.... | |
 | William Butler Yeats - Poetry - 2000 - 324 pages
...away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone. And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him,-^ But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.... | |
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Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him. 
